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"Are you certain?" I was already reaching for the hotel's contact information on my phone. "Andrew's number is—"
"I have it," Imogen said firmly. "I'll call him directly, smooth things over with the Pembertons. You just focus on... whatever it is you're focusing on."
Relief flooded through me, followed immediately by a surge of gratitude for my friend's understanding. "Thank you," I said. "I owe you."
"You owe me details, that’s all.” I could hear the smile in her voice. "Proper details, when you get back. I’m a boring and married woman, and my adventures can only happen through my single friends! But for now, go enjoy your Mediterranean adventure."
I ended the call and set the phone aside, my hands trembling with anticipation. Brian and Enzo were still in the pool, their movements slower now, more languid, as if they were waiting for me to rejoin them. Brian lifted his head, letting Enzo’s cock pop free of his lips with delicious slowness.
“Sorry about that. Posh weddings don’t go on pause when there’s a vacation.”
Enzo smiled. “We understand. Your work is important to you, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Join us? As sexy as that bikini is, I believe there’s a strict rule: no bathing suits allowed,” Brian added.
“A rule? Really.” I stood up slowly, my fingers moving to the ties of my bikini top, and felt a surge of power as both men's eyes locked onto my movements. The Mediterranean sun was warm on my skin, and for the first time in years, I felt truly alive. I reached for Brian’s spray sunscreen and carefully applied it to every spot I could reach, watching the way the men’s eyes were glued to my hands with a delicious sense of power, especially as I let the bikini bottoms fall to the ground.
The warm breeze against my bare skin made me gasp.
The pool's edge was warm against my thighs, even in the shade, as I settled onto the tiles, letting my feet slip into the crystal-clear water. But it was nothing compared to the heat building in my core as I watched Brian and Enzo separate in the water, their bodies still close enough to touch.
"Well," I said, my voice carrying more confidence than I felt, "don't let me interrupt. I rather enjoyed the show you were putting on."
The request should have embarrassed me—proper Gemma Bancroft didn't ask men to perform for her entertainment. But the woman I was becoming, the one who'd booked private cabanas and dared beautiful men to strip naked, found thepower intoxicating. I wanted to watch them, wanted to see how their bodies moved together.
Brian's eyebrows rose, but Enzo's grin was pure wickedness. "You want a show, princess?" he asked, moving closer to Brian with predatory grace. "We can give you a show."
Their mouths came together in a kiss that was both tender and hungry, tongues dancing as Brian's hands settled on Enzo's waist. I watched, transfixed, as they moved together in the water, their bodies creating small ripples that caught the sunlight like scattered diamonds. Brian's hand slid down to wrap around Enzo's cock, stroking with practiced precision while Enzo's head fell back with a groan that made my pussy clench with want.
The sight was incredible—all masculine beauty and raw desire. My nipples hardened and wetness gathered between my thighs, even though neither of them had dared to touch me. When was the last time I'd felt this aroused just from watching someone? When had desire ever hit me with such immediate, overwhelming force?
Enzo's hand joined Brian's beneath the water, and their movements synchronized, each man jerking the other’s cock with increasing intensity. Their breathing grew heavier, their kisses more desperate, and I found myself squirming on the pool's edge, desperate for some kind of friction.
"Fuck," I breathed. "You're both so beautiful."
They broke apart at my words, their gazes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. For a moment, we stared at each other—me perched on the edge like some voyeuristic goddess, them standing waist-deep in the water with their cocks jutting proudly between them.
Then they exchanged a look, some silent communication passing between them that made my pulse quicken with anticipation and alarm. Brian's smile was slow and predatory, while Enzo's grin was pure mischief.
"You know what I think?" Brian asked. "I think you've been watching long enough."
Before I could process his words, before I could even think to protest, strong hands were wrapping around my ankles. Brian's grip was firm and sure, tugging me forward while Enzo's arms came around my waist from behind, and suddenly I was being pulled into the pool.
"Wait!" I was laughing despite myself as the cool water enveloped my body. "I didn't agree to—"
"You can't be relegating us to watching us anymore. We want to play with you, too." Brian’s hands steadied me as I found my footing in the water. The water came up to my chest, and my nipples pebbled as the cool water lapped over my breasts.
Enzo swam up behind me, his chest pressing against my back as his arms encircled my waist. "Yeah, princess. Time to join the fun."
I was sandwiched between them now, their big bodies surrounding me in the water, and suddenly I felt small and feminine. Brian's chest was a wall of pale muscle before me, water droplets clinging to the hair scattered across his skin, while Enzo's warmth pressed against my back, strong and sure. As they moved, their cocks brushed against my thighs and ass.
"I don't... I'm not very good at this," I stammered, my usual confidence deserting me. The admission came out before I could stop it, vulnerability spilling from my lips like wine from a broken glass.
Brian's expression shifted immediately, his blue eyes going soft with concern. "What do you mean?"
Heat flooded my cheeks, embarrassment warring with arousal as I tried to find the words. "I mean, I can't... I don't usually... with men, I can't really orgasm."
The silence that followed was deafening. Brian's face went through a series of expressions—confusion, then understanding, then something that looked like fury.
